Amidst the Mist
City streets and lanterns mired in the mist.
Where old couples and young lovers have often stopped to kiss.
the lamp outside the Barber shop casts an eerie twisted light.
Pale colors adorn the buildings face, long into the night.
Lively music lilts like crystal chimes amidst the densest fog.
A pungent scent floats lightly and boasts of frothy grog.
The golden glow of the carriage lights bounce lightly down the street.
The fog horn from the harbor, warning ships, whose bows could meet.
The clock towers ancient bell, strikes out, an echoing refrain.
Wrapped in your arms, and in this spot, for my life, I could remain.
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